When we first decided to move to Virginia from California (and Texas before that) back in 2010, I couldn't have been more excited. For the first time in my life I was going to experience seasons. I was going to live in a place where the snow came to me (as opposed to a 2.5 hour drive to see the man-made stuff). I would wear sweaters, and scarves, and hats, and mittens. When I put on boots in December, I wouldn't sweat and I could finally purchase that gorgeous peacoat that I couldn't justify with our 70-degree SoCal Christmases.
Shortly after our move I learned that I am, in fact, not a lover of all seasons. I have a particular issue with the one that lands between Fall and Spring. The snow never arrives at convenient times and that beautiful white blanket quickly turns into cold mud and ice causing all manner of road blocks and accidents (one time it took my coworker over 8 hours to drive the 15 miles home!).
That said, since we have moved back to Texas (and now California), I find my nostalgia for seasons returning. It is November and I am sitting here in shorts typing this after staring at a wardrobe of beautiful sweaters, fun hats, cute mittens, and a plethora of scarves repeating my daily wish for at least a hint of winter (or Fall, I'll take Fall!) so I can bundle up in hats (like the white one in this post).
With the prediction of El Nino, I decided to get ahead of the mad rush to purchase rain boots and grab a pair of the fantastically adorable Joules Wellies. I bought them on Amazon, but you can find them on sale here.
A Cali native with New England style and a country heart embracing this crazy fantastic life.
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